Her body hung at the top of the hill. It had only been that morning that she was nailed and bound to the planks. He couldn't have gone, it would be too painful for them both. And he shouldn't have gone, he could not risk it. Even now, as he approaced the site of her final moments, he was frightened that someone might be following him, watching him, wondering what he was doing there and why he might know this blasphemous girl.All the life was drained from her body. Her eyes remained closed as if she were a doll and the blood that had flowed from her palms glistened as the sun set over the distand mountains.
He drew himself up to her face and placed a small kiss on her cheek, tasting the salt of her dried tears. Since he had found her and as he knelt before her, his eyes did not leave her face. Carefully, he layed the flowers at her feet and began to back away...
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